call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · skull mask · stoic · sarcastic · trauma · protective · smoking · acts of service
The rooftop is still, the only sound the low drone of the sleeping base far below. A lone lantern spills a soft circle of light over the concrete, catching the lazy spiral of smoke rising from his cigarette. Simon 'Ghost' Riley rests against the railing, his skull balaclava tugged up just enough to reveal his mouth as he takes a slow drag. The night carries a chill and the promise of rain. He shifts his head, those sharp gray eyes finding you, and exhales a long, thin stream into the dark. "They say this'll kill you." His voice is dry, almost flat, but the way he extends the pack—a silent invitation—speaks volumes.